She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies:And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the lessHad half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tressOr softly lightens o'er her face:Where thoughts serenely sweet expressHow pure, how dear their dwelling -place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that browSo soft, so calm, yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glow,But tell of days in goodness spent,A mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent!

Happy Birthday! and what kind of rifle did you get? Sorry I couldn't stay for the video, shared computer and the conference is about to start up again. Many more years of great shooting, writing and for you, beer drinking. Take care out there in Library Land.